He stared at his writings on the desk.
"I guess I convey more in text than words" He talked out aloud. He slapped the left side of his head violently and his eyes popped out. Catching it with his right hand, he took out a pen knife and carved out a small hole in it. He slipped in a red small button into the hole, ensuring it sinked in well and gently pushed his eye into the empty black gaping hole.
With haste, he closed the blinds of the windows and walked out of the dark room. His footsteps echoed down the stairs. He paused for a minute, adjusting his clothes in the not too brightened lower stairs. He wondered for a moment where Cindy or Linda was as he left the building.
He stood infront of the zebra crossing, waiting for the traffic light to bright up the pedestrians green icon. Slowly he walked across the white lines on the black tarred road like a man who just got sacked on a Monday morning. Meanwhile, other road users quickly rushed to the other side, trying to beat the constant tick of time which defined early or late, keep working or getting fired, a meal on the table today or a hungry stomach at night.
He passed some cops and their parked patrol cars as he arrived at the door shortly. Some seconds later, he could been seen entering the station after checking his wrist watch. As soon as both of his foot stepped into the building, police sirens could be heard wailing as some patrol cars rushes and parked at the front of the building as cops all rushed out and blocked the entrance of the building, like they were besieging their own work place. Guns drawn and pointed at the front door. Pistols, shot guns, assault rifle.
The commotion grabbed the attention of everyone around, as they either fled the scene in fear or came closer to see what was happening as the police were setting up a perimeter like the bomb squad inside were about to cut a live wire. But most of them could be seen holding unto their phones, recording the scene live.
Some peeps were certainly going to be having more followers tonight as Otis smiled at the commotion he was creating. He wondered if at this moment he was been videoed live or should he wait for the news stations to arrive with their camera and skinny but pretty reporter? I mean if he wasn't going to go hard, he had better go home.
"Ever heard of the ripples effect" He asked the cops inside, who were all staring at him warily with hands holding tightly their guns. A woman who could be seen wearing casual clothes with looks of a civilian was also holding unto one of her heels. He looked at her and started laughing.
Some of the cops had smirks on their face and some with dirty sly grins. I bet they have been wishing for this moment. Mother fairy heard their thoughts then. He laughed wildly while finding the present scene amusing.
Slowly he reached for his suit as he heard the safety of almost all the guns clicking off. He continued to smile wildly as
he calmly raised his left hand and signalled a 'no sign'. Slowly, he used his right hand to open the suit completely, in a rather dramatic fashion. The grins and smirks all dried up as everyone stared at his chest strapped with explosives and two colored wires running across it like vines on a tree. He grinned evily at their shocked and fearful facial expressions. Alas, mother fairy played them a dick move.
He turned and saw the pretty lady with the heels shaking like a fish out of water. He nodded his head at her direction, and directed his left head towards the door in a slightly swinging motion. The signal was for her to get out of the building. Luckily she wasn't a bimbo, as she understood the message, and quickly dropped her poor choice of a weapon and immediately ran out of the building with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"I guess I get to keep the pretty lady heels as my souvenir" He broke the stifling silence as he gently lowered his jacket.
"On a second thought, who ever is in charge, can have it". He laughed and stared at the cops in front of him, while paying less attention to those behind him.
Immediately, a fat bald man cane out of a well polished office upstairs. He stood in front of the decked front and stared at Otis with a hateful look. His eyes slowly twitched as he could see what looked like explosives and some blue and red wires sticking out of his navy suit, while having a nasty grin plastered on his face.
He sure wanted to get down there and wiped that smirk off that bastard face.
"I could come down there and wipe that smirk off your stupid face now Otis" He screamed from upstairs.
"But unfortunately, I have a wife and kid that are waiting for me at home" He continued, but now with a devilish grin instead of anger.
Some of the cops laughed, while few were oblivious to what was going on.
Otis noticed their reactions and it seemed not all were aware of his daughter case. Sadly, he couldn't separate the good eggs from the bad ones.
"Otis!".
Suddenly, he heard his name been screamed.
"I will kill you bastard!" . He could hear the voice of the angry person rushing down at him, who else but the man who he has been thinking of since the day he pulled the trigger. He observed the fat man, telling his men to give way and let Marko be.
Marko came down huffing and panting, as he charged at Otis. He tackled Otis to the floor and began punching him. There was movements at the background as the sound of equipments and the voices of people trying to evacuate the building could be heard over the slamming of a body against the hard floor.
'Beep'
'Beep'
The tiny but loud sound resounded across the hall, making everyone to freeze in their footsteps.
Everyone knew what that sound was, even the bomb diffuser specialist, hated that sound from their line of work. This was one of humans worst night mare, the slow ticking of a time bomb.
"It has been activated!" someone screamed as the need to get out became more of a survival than a curtsy of 'let the bomb squad do their job'. Sitting unto of Otis was Marko who seemed to have taken an involuntary break after hearing the Beep.
He definitely knew about the bomb, but didn't care at all. For two reasons, one, anger and rage over his family, and two that Otis would never kill himself. He would always have a way out .
But then the man under him was just grinning and laughing hard and wildly, as the continuous beeping sound echoed across the building. He stared at his palm and saw the smashed up left eye of Otis, it paste form still clinging on his hand, with pieces of a red plastic and rubber tiny parts.
Otis kept laughing as he stared at him, one crazy eye and a hollow in the other.
"I guess mother fairy has played her second dick move Marko!"
"Today, we shall go together. Like the Vikings, say,
See you in Valhalla my brother!" He ended the last part in a mocking tone.
Otis completely exposed his jacket, showing the world and everyone to see the five seconds countdown remaining.
Marko saw the number five and immediately saw red. He stood up and tried to make a run for the door. Unfortunately he slipped almost Immediately, as Otis caught his right leg and tripped him.
'Bang'
He smashed head first unto the floor. He wasn't going to give up, he tried to crawl his way to the door.
"Keep moving, never stop" He muttered to himself.
Otis seeing his desperate attempt to survive blurted out the words that made him to stop right in his tracks.
"Your family is still alive!".
Marko paused, his body frozen by that sentence. His family was still alive ? But he watched them die before his own eyes. He saw his still children bodies and his bleeding unmoving wife on the floor. what kind of bullshit was Otis speaking. he turned to Otis who inturn smiled at him with a crazy facial expression.
"The more you look Marko, the less you see".
"wha..."
'Beep!'
'Beep!'
'Beep!'
'Boom!'.
A loud crashing sound reverberated across the environment as a cloud of smoke arose forming a mini dome, with fire and a chain of small explosions. The screams and cries of various humans running out of the building in their numbers created a chaotic environment along side the smell of burning flesh that permeated the environment.
People running around like headless chickens along side some who lost their head in the process as everyone within the blast radius wasn't spared of the cruelty of one man's action. Lisa stared at the scene from his window as her window panes continued to rattle from the after shock. Her face had a horrified look.
"Otis, what have you done ?".